It is said that the soul of a Slav is simultaneously euphoric and melancholic, dominated by a passion that sometimes borders on madness... Like this soul, the intensity of Datcha alternates the depth of cinnamon and cloves, the powerful warmth of resinous woods and spices, and the mineral freshness of cedar and galbanum. It is wild like the immense fir forests of Siberia, covered in snow as far as the eye can see.
"A cozy winter evening by the fire, surrounded by friends and family, warm while an icy wind roars outside."
It is said that the soul of a Slav is simultaneously euphoric and melancholic, dominated by a passion that sometimes borders on madness... Like this soul, the intensity of Datcha alternates the depth of cinnamon and cloves, the powerful warmth of resinous woods and spices, and the mineral freshness of cedar and galbanum. It is wild like the immense fir forests of Siberia, covered in snow as far as the eye can see.
"A cozy winter evening by the fire, surrounded by friends and family, warm while an icy wind roars outside."